Disclaimer: Not mine, can't be mine, wish it was...
Pairing: Kakashi x Sasuke (Kind of hard to tell who's who though...)
PLEASE READ: Don't make a big fuss about the setting, and story line. This fanfic. Isn't supposed to make sense! It's one of those stories that has no plot, no setting, and it just gets straight to the point. So if you're the kind of mindless person like me who enjoy reading things like this as well as writing them, enjoy the story! XD
------------ Pieces-
He had his fingers firmly held together and yet still sticky enough to place upon the white-white paper. One... two... three...
"I'm done." He said satisfied.
He stared at his piece of art. Turned his head and gave another look. It wasn't like what he had wanted, what he had dreamed of, it looked nothing even close to it. Frowning he pushed his hands more upon the piece causing it to only cripple and tear.
"No, not like this- not like this at all." The boy muttered pushing the patchwork aside.
Getting up steadily he kicked the picture out of his way to wash his hands. He stopped then turned back to look at it. Deformed and naked as the sunlight peeled onto the collage, he walked back a little saddened with sympathy. He had worked so long trying to contain what he had so wanted to share. It was hopeless and had already started to come apart. Apart like it always was, always would be.
Oh, if only he had said something! If only he would have said it before he left. Then this feeling... this pain he feels wouldn't have came and taken over him. He lay on his side, tired, upon the hard floor staring at his hands in front of him; dry and sticky, white and silver, white and blue. The pieces that lay around, scattered and broken.
"Come back to me. I have so much to tell you." The back-haired boy whispered, rubbing his face into the carpet, tears flowing gently down.
How warm his hands feel.
"Glue, must be the glue." The child thought.
Then it moved. The boy looked up quickly but met with eyes; black, no- not white... black and black, black and red. Their fingers intertwined; dry glue warming again, melting again, together again.
Without missing a beat the young one embraced the man that kneeled beside him, burying his face into his chest. The soft green material much softer then the carpet, the weight of body against body was so much comforting then being alone.
"You came back..." came a muffle, and a smiling face that looked up.
"Yeah." Was the simple reply.
"I have so much to tell you."
"You only have one thing to say." He smiled beneath his mask.
"No. I only have one thing to do."
He pulled down the concealment and pushed his lips against the other one. Slow, long and passionate, parting only when both were gasping for air.
They held each other after, not saying a word. Nothing more to say. Their hands sticking to each other holding for good this time. It won't fall apart; it won't cripple or tear...
Because they are the pieces not the paper.
-End-
A/N-Whoa... I am such a freak when it comes to poetry or a sad, sweet story. *laughs* Anyways, It's kind of hard to tell which character is which but you'll understand if you read carefully. Well, this is a short piece I've done this for the fun of it and it seems that it's more 'weird' then 'romantic', but to me: as long as it's KakaSasu it's all good. ^o^
Well, you people may be wondering what the heck is this story about? Beats me... its just some sort of random thing. So don't holler at me saying it doesn't make sense, okay? Thanks! READ & REVIEW!!!
Pairing: Kakashi x Sasuke (Kind of hard to tell who's who though...)
PLEASE READ: Don't make a big fuss about the setting, and story line. This fanfic. Isn't supposed to make sense! It's one of those stories that has no plot, no setting, and it just gets straight to the point. So if you're the kind of mindless person like me who enjoy reading things like this as well as writing them, enjoy the story! XD
------------ Pieces-
He had his fingers firmly held together and yet still sticky enough to place upon the white-white paper. One... two... three...
"I'm done." He said satisfied.
He stared at his piece of art. Turned his head and gave another look. It wasn't like what he had wanted, what he had dreamed of, it looked nothing even close to it. Frowning he pushed his hands more upon the piece causing it to only cripple and tear.
"No, not like this- not like this at all." The boy muttered pushing the patchwork aside.
Getting up steadily he kicked the picture out of his way to wash his hands. He stopped then turned back to look at it. Deformed and naked as the sunlight peeled onto the collage, he walked back a little saddened with sympathy. He had worked so long trying to contain what he had so wanted to share. It was hopeless and had already started to come apart. Apart like it always was, always would be.
Oh, if only he had said something! If only he would have said it before he left. Then this feeling... this pain he feels wouldn't have came and taken over him. He lay on his side, tired, upon the hard floor staring at his hands in front of him; dry and sticky, white and silver, white and blue. The pieces that lay around, scattered and broken.
"Come back to me. I have so much to tell you." The back-haired boy whispered, rubbing his face into the carpet, tears flowing gently down.
How warm his hands feel.
"Glue, must be the glue." The child thought.
Then it moved. The boy looked up quickly but met with eyes; black, no- not white... black and black, black and red. Their fingers intertwined; dry glue warming again, melting again, together again.
Without missing a beat the young one embraced the man that kneeled beside him, burying his face into his chest. The soft green material much softer then the carpet, the weight of body against body was so much comforting then being alone.
"You came back..." came a muffle, and a smiling face that looked up.
"Yeah." Was the simple reply.
"I have so much to tell you."
"You only have one thing to say." He smiled beneath his mask.
"No. I only have one thing to do."
He pulled down the concealment and pushed his lips against the other one. Slow, long and passionate, parting only when both were gasping for air.
They held each other after, not saying a word. Nothing more to say. Their hands sticking to each other holding for good this time. It won't fall apart; it won't cripple or tear...
Because they are the pieces not the paper.
-End-
A/N-Whoa... I am such a freak when it comes to poetry or a sad, sweet story. *laughs* Anyways, It's kind of hard to tell which character is which but you'll understand if you read carefully. Well, this is a short piece I've done this for the fun of it and it seems that it's more 'weird' then 'romantic', but to me: as long as it's KakaSasu it's all good. ^o^
Well, you people may be wondering what the heck is this story about? Beats me... its just some sort of random thing. So don't holler at me saying it doesn't make sense, okay? Thanks! READ & REVIEW!!!